User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March/@comment-3135907-20130319210814/@comment-3135907-20130325145526

Trogger has stopped at a large, flat rock wall. Feffle groans. "Nothin' 'tall here, wot! Let's go look somewhere els-" Trogger is busy testing the wall with his digging claws. He looks up, triumphant at last. "Thurr be a crack in yurr, puraps one o' thee can slip thru et?" Feffle raises his paw. "I'm game, if it bloomin' gets us h'out of here."

Feffle slips through the crack in the corner with some discomfort and pushing. When he is at last inside, he calls to the others, "It's too dark in here, I can't see much at all without a light. Somebeast get a torch, perhaps? An' I hope you h'others c'n squeeze through this crack -h'otherwise we'll have to get `is Nibs- only a badger could move that stone barrier!"